Landon
I wake up tired the next morning. My eyelids are crusted shut with sleep and my whole face is hot and swollen, and when I stretch my arms above my head to get the blood pumping, all my joints snap, crackle, pop like Rice Krispies Treats. It feels like I haven't left this cot in a decade. Usually, I wake up tired for one reason or another, but this is a different level of exhaustion. It's a suffocating ache that weighs down heavy on my bones; an ominous threat that I'll never feel fully awake again. "Landon, are you up?" Groaning, I push my stiff body into an upright position. "Barely. Are you?" Xavier scowls at me like I'm being purposefully difficult, which is irritating because I'm not trying to be difficult, but now I'm tempted. "Yeah, of course. Don't you remember our plan
